Droplets of Verse: ‘A Kiss from the Stars’

The temptation of the act never leavesPassions of the past are fixed like a grin
Scattered on the floor are his secret dreams
Stepped on by strangers and blown by the wind
Wheels turn but the moment never gets close
Fumes in his mind clatter into life
In the tavern is a man who can boast
Slicing up words and laughing like a knife
In the waiting room of life is a clown
But his painted on smile points to nowhere
Betrayal by the clock, minutes run down
A door opens and a figure is there
All hope was defeated, but fate was fair
A kiss from the stars came to take the air